What a day!
This short story is to document everything that happened to me, recently, within a 24 hour period. The date was Ani DiFranco's show, the time and place the Universe (as we know it). First thing I did: made love. This is very important ... All you need is love! (Except for hitch-hiking and Music and the like.) It's especially good in the early morning, when screaming can severely annoy the neighbours.
Then I up and decided to hitch-hike. I do it all for the Music. My destination was about 300 kilometers away. No problem. Went to my favourite spot, got picked up lickety-split in about five minutes. Had a long discussion with this (quite serious) European guy with a buzz haircut about politics, especially Bill Clinton and Mr. W and the like. This guy was born in East Berlin and had a firm handshake. We discussed systems changing - and how it affects the people within them. He was about 30, said he had been stationed in Kosovo 8 years ago. Yikes! Nice enough guy, but after a few other shocking revelations, I asked, "Are you a cop?" "Yes, I am a policeman," he said. I knew it! Only cops can talk like that. But he was the helping-a-guy out type, a friendly controlleur picking up young rockers on the highway. Our discussions were robust. He revealed to me that in germany, the maximum sentence for killing someone is 15 years. Seems pretty lenient, said I. But then again, it may just seem that way, coming from a country where they fry people in the electric chair. We discussed the wrongs and rights of our world, and the Law. I told him about a new law in the US south that prohibits skater kids from wearing baggy pants that hang too low. Absurd! He laughed at that one, real good ...
When I arrived at my destination (way too early!) I had coffee with a girl psychologist friend of mine. (Make your own joke here!) She sized me up, she doesn't understand how I get around like I do. She says her 3 jobs are killing her. Very american of you, I said. I wondered if she killed herself if she'd receive a 15 year prison term, post-mortem. Then it was on to Ani's show. Rrrock solid. Simply beyond words - what can I say, go and see her play!
This is where the Oldenburg babes come in. Oh, you young delicious sluts! I met these two girls at the Depeche Mode show last year. Turns out they're Ani fans, as well. They just appeared out of the blue, outta the afterglow of the show, from behind the fog machines and sturdy stage, as I stood talking to my bud "the other" Todd Krankenfuss, Ani's bassist. Girls, who was that third girl in the middle? Damn! If you two weren't already together (Frauen Power!) and if I haden't already made love all morning (3 times) then I woulda been making love to all three of you for about 15 hours! (Five hours each.) Y'all had that amazing beauty around you, the kind that can only come from one of ms. DiFranco's shows. And the real song/story is this: Ani had a baby - yes, a Love Child!!! This is her new Everything. The miracle of life! So this is for you, and for her (the child) and the Mother, and the Earth. OK, now I'll cut the hippie crap and scream from the bottom of my neanderthal soul: THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING LIVE MUSIC!
Now I need a beer. Whew! Had the same thought on that night, and then it was off to the pub ('round midnight) with Todd and the Rosenstolz Two. Around 3 am I headed over to another party, already in full swing. But I walked in the wrong club next door. And I mean the WRONG club! Transvestites everywhere! Nice people, (like the Cop) but not my type. Which reminds me - the problem with all armies and policemen is that they wanna control, they think they are "above" the others. (Until a revolution firmly slaps them in the face.) Friends, this is crap. My Copper said that if they didn't "intervene" from time to time, in Afghanistan for example, then all these countries "would just do whatever they want." Which makes me wonder, um, "Why not?" I say live 'n' let live. Which brings me back to the transvestite bar. They were very nice, told me gently that I was probably in the wrong club. "Thanks, Candy," I said, and went next door ...
As I said, it was already in full swing, and there were all these B-movie Euro actors dancing around and having a great time. Completely wasted. All night. Some sort of movie wrap party, I suppose, with another friend of mine working behind the bar. It was a classic aftershow party, the kind I like, never-ending. I sat quietly in the coroner, oops! corner, as it all got more and more absurd. Dance, you posh, wasted bastards! Gawd, I love the Arts. And the DJ got more and more drunk, and I nibbled relentlessly on their catering. Tasty, yum yum. When the party ended at 9 am, we wished 'em all best of luck and zipped on home. She asked, "Wanna have an Irish Coffee with me?" To which I said sure, and then after two strong "coffees" told some hilarious jokes to conclude the day (sun already high in the sky) and dozed. Slept it off, woke up feeling fine and took the train to the next town ...
Thanks for all who participated. It was a wonderful day. Peace, -Todd
Posted by calico at October 31, 2007 02:42 PM